Its Not You, Only Me Poem by abid khan

I watch it slowly
Turning it on my fingertips
Creating a pool of blood where the point was
I watched in horrified amazement as it left its mark
A small cut on my finger
All pain leaving instantly.

I lift my finger up
And watch as the blood drips
Down
Onto the paper you decided to leave me with.

I move the dagger up
My wrists
A small slit
So much blood falling onto this piece of paper
This paper that drove me to do it.
To kill
Who did I kill?
Myself
But that isnt right...
You did it.
Five simple words.
I don't love you anymore.

As you wrote it
Did you feel anything?
Did you feel regret?
Pain?
Remorse?
Or did you feel relief?
Content?
Indifferent?
How do you feel now?
Now that I send this back to you
My blood spilt all over
Five simple words in response:
Do you love me now?

Now that I'm dead
Do you love me now?